Grease Poem by Dark Days

We must keep our minds alive.
As long as we keep speaking,
and questioning,
we need no pretensions.
No excuses for the time we spend
doing nothing, together, as friends,
for we know, and are not afraid to admit it:
there is no ultimate goal.
No use in collecting
documents or artifacts
we have no need for.
And we will not always be together.

We can hit the open roads any time we please.
Any and all tethers holding us down
must be broken immediately;
we are far too young,
too much or too little human,
to be held down against the Earth,
when all we really want
is a taste of that sky.

Two feet, four feet, six feet, eight feet.
In pairs and in packs
we roam.
The streets and the fields
and the woods and the tops of buildings:
they are all ours.
We have rediscovered what is lost in plain sight,
the inherent beauty in normalcy,
stagnance, and entropy.
We do what we can
to sustain each other,
to keep this temporary filial bond
in tact.
We get lost in discussions,
they go on for hours,
for we know above all else
we must keep our minds alive.
When reason should leave us
and anger and sadness retrieve us,
these emotions would soon be
channeled between us
and surely tear this apart,
and scar each of us forever.

But, for now, our brains are alert,
thinking and dreaming and learning and forgetting.
Our horizons will broaden.
Our ambitions of freedom and peace of mind
will grow like wildflowers,
And these emotions will be
channeled between us
and keep us strong in will.
For we know
and we tell
and we live
with minds alive
today,
and maybe tomorrow.